The Black Forest

I hate this. Trolling the streets of music blogs showing my tits and ass in hopes to land a trick. So...I don't. Well, I do but poorly. I don't wear any slutty outfits, and don't make gestures of what I will do when I get my legs wrapped around them. Hell, I don't even dress up. Most would pass me by, not knowing I was a song whore.

My pimp, me, always kicks my ass when I get back from the streets. No Johns. No money. Just less rubber on my sneakers and jonesed-out on triple espresso ristrettos. My whore hymen is intact, but I have a black eye to show for it. One of these days I am gonna fight back and hit my pimp (me) square in the eye. Oops. Done that already.